Is there a dispute between Qiao and Li of Casting Sword Peak? Ning Ke secretly recalled some of the past he had recorded in his master before his long journey.

"It's useless to talk more, I'm going to take a walk in Juzhou, go to the inn where I stayed before, and see if I can contact Senior Sister Shang or Yun Nian and ask about the situation" Lin Manliu said loudly, Ning Ke, who was recalling the teacher's record of the sword casting peak sword appreciation tragedy last year, hurriedly looked up at the short-shirted young man who spoke up.

"I'll go with you, and there will be some care on the way," Ning Ke said, and began to put on his shoes and socks after speaking.

"Well, thank you, Brother Ning" Lin Manliu nodded at her and said in response. After Ning Ke's clothes were dressed neatly, the two of them went out of the post station together, and the second child who bought a house for Lin Manliu and Ning Ke last night seemed to have some impact on last night's fright, and when he collected the silver money from the young man in the short shirt, he also looked at the poor scholar next to him from time to time.

This book is handsome, but the clothes are shabby, and the voice last night, these two people with strange whereabouts, are they... The post station junior thought of something bad, and after hurriedly collecting the money, he went to help the two lead the horses and let the two leave as soon as possible.

"I said Lin Manliu, didn't that little second just stare at me, didn't you think I was too good-looking?" Ning Ke led the horse with one hand and gestured with the other hand on his cheek, walking with Lin Manliu and the two on the official road into Juzhou City.

Lin Manliu didn't reply, turned his head to look at Ning Ke, who was staring at him, and then continued to look at the road ahead and sighed.

"Lin Manliu, what do you mean by that? If it weren't for the clothes you bought to hide my handsomeness, the streets would be full of women who amazed my looks! Ning Ke saw that the young man in the short shirt was a little disgusted with himself, and immediately spoke.

"Brother Ning used to look good, and he was really good-looking, but now he is naturally good-looking... There is still something important..."Lin Manliu reluctantly turned his head to look at Ning Ke again, and was talking about it and wanted to make a perfunctory past, but he saw Ning Ke's annoyed face give him a few glances, and glanced at a few places.

The short-shirted young man immediately understood, his lips opened slightly and he stopped talking, and then the two of them went directly to the inn where they stayed when they first entered Juzhou.

In order not to bring unnecessary trouble to the innkeeper, Lin Manliu and Ning Ke, who had returned to the inn, just chose to re-establish the rest house and place the horses, so they no longer stayed in the inn, and went directly out of the inn to the streets and alleys.

"What are you going to do now?" Ning Ke asked beside the young man.

"Yun Nian and Senior Sister are not easy to contact, the front is the place where I came to Juzhou for the first time, go to the teahouse there to see, can you find someone to ask about the matter" Lin Manliu replied while moving forward.

Similar to the first expedition, the streets and alleys are lined with ironware for sale, mostly agricultural tools.

However, when the boy crossed an intersection, he unconsciously looked up and looked down at a shop, but there was no plaque and no door opened.

When I first came here, there was a small wooden sign in front of the door that read, "Tsukiji Zhai."

"It's a pastry shop, but now it's closed. It's only been a few months, and this pastry shop should never open again. As soon as the two of them walked to the location of the teahouse in this street and alley, the little guy at the door originally looked at the two of them dressed really shabby, and was about to stop Lin Manliu and Ning Ke who were about to enter the building to drink tea, but after a closer look, the short-shirted young man was tied with a short sword around his waist and back, and he seemed to be a poor scholar who didn't know where he came, his hair was combed in a very handsome bun, and there was a folding fan pinned to his waist. The teahouse maid instantly decided that the two of them were not simple, and immediately greeted each other with a smile: "Two guest officers, please inside, there is a gentleman in the building today who entered the recent Jianghu affair, not long after the opening, it is better to come early than to come coincidentally, please inside, please inside."

Ning Ke saw that the little guy was also interested, so he put his hands directly behind him, and swaggered into the building, Lin Manliu saw Ning Ke's appearance of being brought out, and sighed again and followed into the teahouse.

The teahouse boy looked at the poor scholar who had changed his personal in an instant, whether it was his actions or demeanor, his eyes lit up again, and he kept telling himself in his heart that today's teahouse must be because of his discernment, and he met the son of the family who didn't know it, so he must have dressed up to facilitate the amusement market.

Thinking about it like this, the smile on the little girl's face became even stronger, and the subsequent guests began to greet each other with smiles.

“... That Liu Mei picked three people with a sword, and the disciples under the seat also took out their swords to fight the enemy, and after several hard battles, it was the first time to force back the slaughter of the evil sect, and all the sects in the rivers and lakes, no one did not marvel at the fact that the background of the wind and snow Daguanlou still exists, and the slaughter of the evil door is not left! After the two walked into the teahouse, they listened to a storyteller in the middle of the teahouse, dragging Xingmu with one hand and saying, and after finishing speaking, Xingmu patted in front of the case.

The tea guests in the audience applauded, and the storyteller lifted the tea bowl in his hand, took a sip on the side of his mouth, and continued to speak after Runsang.

"Are you talking about the Wind and Snow Grand View Tower slaughtering the enemy?" Lin Manliu found a seat and sat down, and whispered to Ning Ke opposite.

Ning Ke snorted, grabbed the melon and fruit on the table, and casually threw it into his mouth. In Mr. Storyteller's narration, the Wind and Snow Daguanlou and the slaughter of the evil gate in June several fierce battles, the local government because of the right to meddle in these rivers and lakes grievances, had to let the two sides in Yuezhou City big shot, Mr. Storyteller tried his best to talk about the building owner Liu Mei's battle posture, the audience also because of the heart of the people in the rivers and lakes of the world, and kept clapping and shouting.

"Those sects in the Lingnan area, one by one, boast of a hundred years of inheritance and a thousand years of heritage, and they have not been slaughtered by the evil sect, and now only the Wind and Snow Grand View Building can fight against it, it is really a joke!"

"It must be those so-called famous and decent people, who have enjoyed the fireworks in the market for too long, and have forgotten all their own martial arts, if it were me, maybe they would be better than them!"

"But isn't it, it's really a fight, these people who show off their martial arts on weekdays are not as good as this sudden rise of the evil slaughtering sect."

..... Mr. Storyteller sighed after another successful defeat of the enemy in the Wind and Snow Daguanlou, this time he put Xingmu down, picked up the tea bowl on the table with both hands, solemnly held the tea bowl in front of him, and then drank it all, coughed, and held up Xingmu and slapped it heavily on the case.

The people in front of the stage were still discussing their opinions, and suddenly they were told the gentleman. Then he said: So far in June, the wind and snow Daguanlou and the slaughter of the evil gate, the size of the war against the enemy fourteen times, the wind and snow of the tower except for the first attack outside the city, the remaining thirteen times, are the defeat of the evil gate, the thief is still not good at giving up, the last battle on June 23, from the slaughter of the evil gate out of the middle of a young boy.

The young man was holding a broken sword in his left hand, and his right hand was behind him, walking in front of the Evil Slaughter Sect Array, and some people in the audience exclaimed, it was Qi Xuan, the last disciple of Liu Mei.

This Qi Xuan didn't know what he was saying, causing Liu Mei to rise directly from the wind and snow Daguan Tower, and jumped in front of Qi Xuan in one step, waving the long sword in her hand, like the wind and waves whistling and the snow flying, to kill this traitorous disciple with one blow.

From this moment on, the Slaughter Evil Gate turned around the previous decline, and killed the Wind and Snow Grand View Tower directly into the city, when Liu Mei was seriously injured, he still took out his sword and kept cutting the six people led by the Evil Gate, which made the Slaughter Evil Gate not directly attack the Wind and Snow Grand View Tower.

After this battle, the wind and snow Daguanlou declined, the rivers and lakes around the country, reinforcements rushed to Yuezhou, Tu Evil Gate saw that the heroes rushed here, they no longer entangled with the wind and snow Daguanlou, withdrew from Yuezhou City, and disappeared.

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, someone began to scold the traitor Qi Xuan, and then all kinds of scolding spread in the teahouse.

Lin Manliu sighed when he heard this, and Ning Ke saw the young man's sighing appearance, and asked out loud: "Could it be that Brother Lin and that Qi Xuan are still old acquaintances?" ”。

"It's not an old acquaintance, but if you want to talk about the relationship, it's that his right hand tendon was broken by me," the short-shirted boy also grabbed some melons and fruits and put them into his mouth.

Hearing this, Ning Ke swallowed his saliva, and after a while, he said aloud: "Although Brother Lin is young, his experience is really not comparable to me."

"Do you know about the Wind and Snow Grand View Tower and the Slaughter of Evil Gate? In those days, I went down from the south of the mountain, lost my way, and then I met you, Brother Ning," the short-shirted young man asked casually.

"I know a little, but there are some discrepancies with what this gentleman said, there are no big defeats, they are all miserable victories, and it seems that the slaughter of evil is intentional."

"I don't know what the meaning of what they are doing...".

"It's nothing more than trying to step on the entire southern rivers and lakes... If you want the whole rivers and lakes to rearrange the order," Ning Ke replied casually, but suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something that he shouldn't have said, and immediately changed his words.

Lin Manliu didn't notice Ning Ke's strange appearance, and kept thinking about the first battle between the old liar and the Fengxue Daguanlou that he said before he left, and I don't know where he got the news, the beginning and end of that battle were more detailed than any time he knew about it later, it was more real, and it was more like a disaster.

"Brother Ning has seen, where will this Evil Slaughter Sect appear next time" Lin Manliu turned his head to look at Ning Ke and asked.

"Now that we want to extinguish the wind and snow, the Great View Building will not succeed, and the experts of the Jianghu sects from all over the country will gather in Yuezhou again, and they must take the opportunity to sneak attack a big Jianghu faction again, and they will be caught off guard," Ning Ke said in response.

The short-shirted boy began to think about Ning Ke's answer, if he was a slaughterer, where should he go... Ning Ke saw that Lin Manliu was thinking, so he didn't continue to speak, and began to pick up the melons and fruits on the table and swing them on the table at will.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed into the teahouse, gasping for breath, and before he could finish his breathing, he shouted: "Yangfeng Valley, Yangfeng Valley take refuge in the Evil Sect!" It's messed up, it's messy... The rivers and lakes are about to change."

Lin Manliu, who was thinking, and Ning Ke turned their heads to look at the man who rushed into the teahouse, he kept repeating the words just now, and he stepped forward quickly to hand the tea to someone who had something good, wanting the man to talk about it in detail.

The man who said that Yangfeng Valley had taken refuge in the slaughter of evil, drank all the tea handed to him, and then moistened his throat, and the storyteller on the stage naturally heard his words, and even walked off the stage directly, walking towards the man and waiting for him to speak.

While everyone was waiting for the man to speak, Ning Ke and Lin Manliu were still sitting at the table unmoved.

"In this world, whoever knows something is one step faster than others, and he will take a few steps more than others," Ning Ke sighed and said.

"Brother Ning's words, if that person is saying that there is half of the truth and half of the truth, or the truth is greater than the truth, it is not harmful, and the person who listens to it will not hear it really," Lin Manliu said in response.

"The people who listen to idle books in these teahouses, they need to care about the truth of things, or how much is true or false, as long as they listen more than others and listen more interesting than others, they will go further than others" Ning Ke laughed helplessly.

Lin Manliu nodded for a while before he sighed, and a little melancholy appeared on his face. Under the urging of the people in the teahouse, the man enjoyed the feeling of the stars holding the moon, and walked to the stage in the middle of the teahouse surrounded by everyone, and the storyteller who was standing on the stage was now standing under the stage, and the paper and pen he brought from the side were ready to record what the man said.

The man learned the appearance of the storyteller before, straightened his clothes, raised his sleeves with his hands, and raised his whole head straight, he was about to speak out loud, when suddenly his head tilted, as if he was not satisfied with his whole beginning, looked down at the table, and when he saw Xingmu, his eyes lit up.

The man grabbed the awakening wood, and then slapped it on the table, after hearing this sound, the man was finally satisfied with his opening, his hands were raised into his sleeves again, and he coughed and said: At the end of last month, the slaughter of evil doors suddenly appeared in the area of Yangfeng Valley in Qianzhou, and the people who saw it thought that it was Yangfeng Valley that suffered this time, and Ling Xun, the owner of Yangfeng Valley, actually brought a group of disciples from Yangfeng Valley out of the valley to greet him, and directly welcomed the people of the Evil Sect into the valley.

It is said that when Ling Xun welcomed people into the valley, it was called a spring breeze on his face, as if he was rejuvenated, and he was younger than a few years ago.

Then he declared to the outside world that the entire Yangfeng Valley would be returned to the Slaughter Evil Gate, and the Slaughter Evil Gate would eradicate the harm of the Jianghu Martial Arts together, and the news had just reached the territory of Juzhou today.

It was just a short number, and everyone in the audience didn't understand it, so they began to applaud. The storyteller who was recording with pen and paper on the side, saw the brush in his hand stirring, as if he was writing some heirloom work, and after the man on the stage stopped talking, he was still writing hard, as if the man was still talking.

In just a few sentences of the man on the stage, under the pen of Mr. Storyteller, how Ling Xun went out of the valley to speak in a low voice to the Slaughter Evil Gate, how he made a compromise to let the Slaughter Evil Gate keep the old site of the Mountain Gate, and then the actions of the Slaughter Evil Gate, all depicted it, just like the storyteller's visit to the Yangfeng Valley at that time.

It took a long time for the storyteller to stop writing, and finally at the end of the record paper, he wrote a sentence: The book is not exhaustive of the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and the painting is not exhaustive of the world.